My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Gold digging woman

After grabbing his coat, Alexander followed Raphael downstairs.

Neither of them spoke much during the drive.

The city lights flashed past the windows while Alexander sat silently in the passenger seat, staring outside without really seeing anything.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at their usual place.

Raphael led him toward their private room.

The moment they entered, the conversation inside died down.

Several pairs of eyes turned toward Alexander.

Michael, Victor, Ethan

And a few of their other longtime friends.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

They had all attended Rosalind Blackwood’s funeral.

They knew Alexander had been under immense pressure recently.

But seeing him in person was different.

He looked exhausted.

His face had grown noticeably thinner.

Dark circles sat beneath his eyes.

Even his usually impeccable appearance seemed neglected.

Victor was the first to recover.

"Alexander."

He stood up and gave him a brief pat on the shoulder.

"It’s good to see you."

Alexander nodded quietly before taking a seat.

The others exchanged subtle glances.

Nobody mentioned how terrible he looked.

But everyone noticed.

Drinks were poured.

And the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.

Several of the men tried steering the conversation toward business.

"Now that you’re the largest shareholder, things should settle down soon."

"Exactly. Once you officially take over as chairman, Blackwood Dominion should stabilize."

"You’ve handled worse situations before."

Normally, Alexander would have responded.

Tonight, he simply sat there holding a glass of whiskey.

Listening.

But not really participating.

The others eventually stopped trying.

Most of them assumed Rosaline’s death was weighing heavily on him.

Only Raphael and Michael knew the situation was far more complicated.

Michael studied Alexander from across the table.

A memory surfaced.

Their last conversation.

Back then, Alexander had admitted he didn’t know exactly what he felt for Alicia.

Only that he didn’t want her to leave.

At the time, Michael had dismissed it as confusion.

Now, looking at the man sitting before him, he wasn’t so sure.

When the others became distracted by a discussion about company shares, Michael quietly moved to the couch beside Alexander.

For a moment, neither man spoke.

Then Michael lowered his voice.

"Still no news?"

Alexander didn’t need clarification.

He knew exactly who Michael meant.

He slowly shook his head.

"No."

Michael sighed.

His gaze dropped to the untouched drink in Alexander’s hand.

"Alexander..."

He hesitated.

Then continued.

"Have you ever considered letting her go?"

Alexander’s fingers tightened around the glass.

Michael quickly added,

"I don’t mean giving up on her."

He paused.

"I mean accepting that maybe this is what she wanted."

Silence followed.

The noise from the rest of the room faded into the background.

For several moments, Alexander didn’t answer.

Then he let out a quiet laugh.

It was bitter.

Tired,almost hollow.

"You think I haven’t thought about that?"

Michael remained silent.

Alexander stared down at the amber liquid inside his glass.

Every day.

Every night.

The thought haunted him.

What if Alicia truly wanted nothing to do with him anymore?

What if she had left because being away from him made her happier?

What if finding her only brought her more pain?

He had considered all of it.

Far more times than he wanted to admit.

"It’s just..."

His voice trailed off.

For the first time that evening, genuine emotion surfaced in his expression.

He looked exhausted.

Lost.

Broken.

"The thought of never seeing her again..."

He swallowed hard.

"...frightens me more than anything else."

Michael froze.

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